Ghost

My days are numbered in your head
'Cause I'm outdone and mostly
Afraid of what you might
Call me to say
I feel like
It's on me
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy
Oh those ceilings, are not friendly
As they guide my amenable mind

How painful
The things you do to me
A mortar strikes
From quite a ways away



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Albertson
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